Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.